The opportunity is fleeting, one knife, only one knife, and if you can't hurt the enemy, you will die. In desperate situations, people can often burst out with potential far beyond the usual. This knife Ximen Jing used all the remaining strength and spiritual power in his body, and suddenly felt something, as if he had found a mysterious opportunity.

That layer of window paper was finally pierced at a critical moment, and the slash was extremely smooth, and the knife momentum and spiritual power reached a perfect fit.

Just like the man in black faced the blizzard for the first time, the woman instantly felt as if she was in an avalanche that destroyed the world, her body was shrouded in an indomitable knife momentum in all directions, and the fear that she had never felt before hit her heart, and she subconsciously wanted to dodge, but she couldn't help herself and couldn't dodge, so she could only watch the blade fall with the power of ten thousand jun in a daze.

Before the blade arrived, the strength had arrived, and the woman's long hair had already fallen, and her clothes made a cracking sound.

At this moment, a dazzling flame appeared out of thin air in the dark night, forcibly blocking the falling blade, the two collided without a sound, the flame was extinguished instantly, and a violent force seemed to set off a storm on the flat ground, and fallen leaves, snow, and debris flew everywhere on the ground.

A black man who seemed to come from Africa appeared on the spot, holding a flaming knife and blocking Ximen Jing's fatal knife.

Ximen Jing secretly said that it was a pity and restrained the knife. This black man, none other than the man, was blown up like this by the explosion, his hair and eyebrows were burned, his clothes were turned into strips of rags, his skin was charred, and only his eyes and teeth were white. I didn't expect such a violent explosion to kill him.

"Senior sister, are you alright?" asked the black man by the arm of the woman who looked like she had lost her soul, and his voice was hoarse and ugly, as if it had broken a gong.

"Who are you?" the frightened woman looked at the black man in front of her in a daze.

Ximen Jing almost burst out laughing, this look is probably not even recognizable to his mother.

The man protected the woman behind him, the flame knife in his hand lit up again, and glared at Ximen Jing angrily.

"I'm not dead yet, hehe, it just so happened that this official sent you two to see the king of Hades together!" Ximen Jing said with arrogance, in fact, his family knows his own affairs, let alone do it now, it is difficult to take two steps, only to scare them with big words.

The man grinned, a mouthful of white teeth appeared on his dark face, which made people's scalps tingle when they looked at it, is this still that handsome young man, he is simply a demon out of hell.

"Pretend, don't think I can't see that you are already at the end of the crossbow!" As he spoke, he approached step by step, and the flame in his hand swayed against the night wind.

Ximen Jing only has a sharp mouth at this time, it is difficult to move other parts of his body, the aura in the night sky is very thin, he tried his best to absorb the aura to make up for the injuries in his body, while pretending to be domineering to delay time: "This big official is an immortal and nameless ghost under the knife, come and get famous!"

The man stopped outside Sanzhang and said in a deep voice: "Blazing Blood Gate, Luo Siqiang, take your head today to avenge your father!"

In fact, Ximen Jing had long known that the other party was Luo Mingjun's son, so he deliberately pretended to have a sudden realization on his face, and said, "Who are you Luo Mingjun?"

Luo Siqiang's eyes flashed with anger, and he said angrily: "It's my father, take your life!" The flame knife slammed into half a foot, and the flames scorched people's eyes.

Ximen Jing slowly raised the knife in his hand, snorted coldly and said, "If it is really a bastard, inhumane, and a monk in vain, I am ashamed to be in company." ”

Luo Siqiang was furious and roared, "What did you say?"

Ximen Jing took out an object from his arms and sneered: "You will know it if you see it!" Before the words fell, he threw the thing over.

Luo Siqiang was afraid that he would cheat again, so he gently picked it with the tip of his knife, and saw that this thing was a small piece of gloomy wood, like a part of his father's cane, so he let go of his heart, held it in his hand, and probed it inside with his true qi.

Almost instantly, Luo Siqiang roared: "Impossible, impossible!"

It turned out that this gloomy wood contained a memory of Luo Mingjun, why the two sides made a feud, and what he did when he went to Liumang Mountain was presented in Luo Siqiang's consciousness.

Ximen Jing sneered: "It's not impossible, but you don't dare to believe that your sanctimonious father actually did such a thing and subverted your three views!"

The flame in Luo Siqiang's hand skyrocketed and extinguished and soared again, and in an instant, he gritted his teeth and said: "Even if it is true, the revenge of killing the father is not shared, and this revenge is not avenged as a son of man!"

Ximen Jing said: "This is reasonable, but you are also at the end of the crossbow at the moment, the two of us are half a pound and eight taels, and no one can help anyone, is it possible that you want a woman to help you take revenge?"

Luo Siqiang took a hard breath and said, "Okay, I'll give you a chance to fight a fair duel, and I'll take your head in a month!"

Ximen Jing said: "No need for a month, twenty-three days later, at midnight, the peak of Eagle Wing Mountain, the main peak of Liumang Mountain, will fight to the death!"

After that, Ximen Jing strode into the night, and his steps were so vigorous that he didn't look injured at all.

After he left, the relieved woman hugged Luo Mingjun's arm and said, "Senior brother, why did you let him go?"

Luo Mingjun stared at the direction where Ximen Jing disappeared and was silent, until the woman asked several times, he said leisurely: "My injury is not light and it is difficult to fight again, it is already God's mercy to save you just now, that guy is not simple, I see that he can fight to the death again, rather than you and I will die with him, it is better to make an appointment to fight again, these days I want to recuperate, and I have to think about this kid's trick." ”

The woman seemed to have palpitations in her heart, and said: "His move is too terrible, I, I can't dodge, I can only wait for death." ”

Luo Mingjun nodded heavily, pointed to the ground, and said, "Look!"

When the woman looked back, she saw a deep ravine in the ground, as if it had been cut by a knife.

Ximen Jing walked out of half a mile and sat on the ground with a puff, just now he just made a look of leaving some spare energy, in fact, he was completely supported by the temporary absorption of a little bit of aura, and finally couldn't hold it anymore at this time, sitting cross-legged in the roadside flower bed, and began to absorb the thin aura.

When I got home, it was already the second half of the night. As soon as he entered the door, Wu Chong hadn't slept yet, he held a stack of A4 copy paper in his hand, and shouted happily: "Ximen, look, I got it out!"

Ximen Jing staggered to the bedroom and asked casually, "What's wrong?"

Wu Cong shook the A4 copy paper in his hand and said, "Twelve strengths!"

Ximen Jing stretched out his hand to open the door and said, "Twelve forbidden? I read all eighteen, and there are some on the Internet!"

Wu Cong almost vomited blood in anger, stuffed a stack of papers into him, and said: "This is the content recorded on the blank page at the back of the "General Guide to the Martial Arts", which is a set of internal strength cultivation methods, called "Twelve Strengths""